"Babe," I said to My Man in a weary it's-been-a-fun-but-tiring-Saturday voice, "if you will be in charge of bathing the children tonight, I'll iron five of your shirts."
"Okay," he nodded with an equally weary I'm-tired-too-but-I've-been-waiting-three-weeks-for-those-shirts-and-I-really-need-one-to-preach-in-tomorrow look on his face.
"Okay," he nodded with an equally weary I'm-tired-too-but-I've-been-waiting-three-weeks-for-those-shirts-and-I-really-need-one-to-preach-in-tomorrow look on his face.
And so. . .
and then. . .
but look!
Don't you just love to get a little more than you bargained for?
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